"I don't know that you will harm them," he said slowly, "but you will harm yourself."
"How will I harm myself?" she persisted.
"Well, one day you will want a—a husband. With all that money it is only right and proper you should marry——"
"No, Mr. Lancelot, I don't want a husband. I don't want to marry. I should never want to go away from you."
There was another painful silence. He sought refuge in a brusque playfulness.
"I see you understand I'm not going to marry you."
"Yessir."
He felt a slight relief.
"Well, then," he said, more playfully still, "suppose I wanted to go away from you, Mary Ann?"
"But you love me," she said, unaffrighted.